The Lycan Princess & the Lethal Potions Wiz

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h Lady Calliope as a triumphant smirk lifted her lips. She could hear t

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eerie tone of rage, "One who misleads the land issues a challenge... challenge...ch

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ide down?" Reida asked, con

Pardon?" he replied, his deep voice carrying a lilt exhibited by the oldest and some of the most revered wizarding families in Incanta. Hair as dee

on with Incanta's politicians. Reida wasn't one to care much about politics, so her eyes wandered, and

plucked the small creature off the page and set it on the bench next to him. The action was so natural, like it wasn't the first time he'd place a bird aside when it landed on his things. The bi

with an elaborated white design, the standard image of a potion bottle sat on one

erment turned into comprehension and amusement. "Why yes," he said. "And the spell only requires one si

down. That was when she noticed the edges of the book were tattered, like t

's cheeks burned in embarrassment and a tinge of anger, a reaction that was amusing him,

gging out an exhale. "Never mind. Let's start again: are most books in the university torn out and g

o contain the laughter bubbling in his chest. "T

en would probably tear someone's he

t the bench, two fingers secured between the pages he was reading like a bookmark

uld he

teer list, and he had to c

d, "So, you made him volunt

e. His plum purple eyes emanated only fear. "Holy Spirits, no. I'd take cl

tion that had been tucked deep in the crevasses of her

bel. Where ha

wn name down right after his. Messephire Mabel was after his status, nothing more. I'd say I did

veryone's leg," she said, brows pulling to th

ound was quiet, but carried across the space and warmed her c

al setting. That gene must have bypassed her and gone to her brother. But with this wizard, she didn't e

y attributes to have my leg pulled?"

attributes with the only oth

roommate's a lyca

ready had to drag me to the infirmary after the blow because I couldn't walk properly on my own. And I had to drink an antidote made from a c

et, the gleam in his eyes, or just his smile. There was something about him, something warm yet distant, direct yet layered. A faint breeze blew past them, and she detected his scent

of perfection, curving in the right places and angling where it should, from her brows to her nose to the curve of her lips. Still, it'd take a lot to beat those lilac

ight hand stretched to her left should

r by several inches, returning her greeting when he murmured in a quiet baritone, "I know." His eyes t

oice hauled him back. "You

is chest when they barely knew each other. With a casual smile, he simply replied, "How about we save tha

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of his lips, like he wanted to take her up on th

curt dip of his head with that sl

etreating figure, p